Children in the Attic

a cold December morning

the children went a packin'

black of night fades to grey

my sunshine is blue

empty inside

empty room

empty house

silence screams at only me

driving me mad

they talk to me

writing love letters on the wall

hearts in crayon

I didn't see it at first

the sounds of the heart

when I hear 'Ma'

I know that sound well

letters of love

my children in the attic